I had been elected to be a representative at a political convention taking place on my grandparents' Gallia County Farm in Gallia County, Ohio. A large, unfamiliar building now stood where the milk house normally stood at the bottom of the hill behind the Farmhouse, and 400-500 people were beginning to gather inside the building. I arrived early, then other people began arriving. When my girlfriend Carolyn showed up, I saw her before she saw me. Although several other pretty girls were present, I made my way straight to Carolyn who was accompanied by a pretty blonde-haired friend (about 16 years old).

We walked inside the convention hall and sat down at one of the long rows of cafeteria tables. Both Republicans and Democrats were present. Someone to my right shouted, "We want Reagan. We want Reagan."

I shouted in return, "We want Carter! We want Carter!"

Finally everyone quieted down.

Carolyn was seated to my right and her blonde friend sat on my left. I was attracted to the blonde, but I felt guilty because I knew the blonde was Carolyn's friend and Carolyn was sitting right next to me. Carolyn's presence apparently did not bother the blonde because she began stealthily caressing the side of my leg with her hand. She persistently tried to entwine her fingers with mine and moved closer and closer until our bodies were right next to each other. I did not try to stop her. When she finally had her hand between my legs, she moved her face close to mine and kissed me.

I broke away from the blonde for a moment and looked at Carolyn, who had seen everything. Obviously she was hurt, although she acted as if she were not.

When I turned back to the blonde, she was no longer there. I was sitting on the beige dress she had been wearing and at first I thought the blonde was still in the dress, but upon closer examination, I realized she was not there. I arose and began searching for her under the tables. Then Carolyn also disappeared.

I left the convention hall and walked back up the hill to the Farmhouse where I discovered quite a few people. I also found a suit of German war clothes, put on the suit and marched around dressed as a German soldier. When someone then hollered, I walked back into the yard and found a half dozen or more buffalo fighting each other. Watching the two large buffalo with their long sharp horns bash into each other was fascinating. One buffalo even climbed up onto the porch and almost pinned me in a corner.

I escaped back into the Farmhouse, where I encountered a fellow who seemed a bit insane. He was inside one of the cabinets and seemed to be stealing something. I accosted him and wrestled him to the ground. He had a few things in his pockets. When he said he had some blotter LSD, I became immediately interested, and I asked him to give it to me. At first he demurred, but finally produced it. I took it in my hand and headed back down the hill. It was snowing and I began thinking it would be nice to take the LSD in my one-room Cabin at the top of the tallest hill on the Farm.

Instead, I returned to the convention hall. The main election had not taken place yet, but another smaller election had. I saw the Scioto County district attorney, Lynn Grimshaw, on the stage. The election had been an upset. A young man named "Otterbein" had been elected and he was in the process of giving his acceptance speech.

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